The cold air laden with woodland moisture met me and went to my bones; but it was not that which made me shiver.
Outside the door, in the road, sitting on horseback in silence, were two men.

One was Clon.

The other, who had a spare horse by the rein--my horse--was a man I had seen at the inn, a rough, shock-headed, hard-bitten fellow.

Both were armed, and Clon was booted.

His mate rode barefoot, with a rusty spur strapped to one heel.
The moment I saw them a sure and certain fear crept into my mind: it was that which made me shiver.